Stranger Things Meleven

Chapter 1

Twelve
The smell of cigarette smoke and cheap reheated pizza filled my nose as I walked throughout a gas station trying to keep my head low using the black hood on my hoodie to try and shield my face from anyone who might recognize it. The person working the counter is not very smart from the looks of it. He was slumped forward with a gross smell and breath that smells like he has not brushed in awhile. No wonder he works here. The radio was playing a song I have never heard before causing me to pause and listen. Of course I've never heard it, that bastard robbed me of a normal childhood. As I continued listening to the music I heard a new voice come over the old one, a bit higher but still sounded like the person singing it knew the lyrics well,
"Should I stay or should I go? If I stay there will trouble-"
I turned seeing a young boy with brown straight hair standing near me grabbing pop tarts and handing them to another boy with a set of black curls. There was two other boys with them one wearing a black, red, and white baseball cap and the other sporting a camouflage bandana. After a minute of me starring the black haired boy looked up making me quickly turn away and dart into the next isle hearing there voices.
"That was weird." A boy with a lisp said.
"Whatever lets just go checkout." Said another voice.
I could hear the footsteps slowly leaving making me realize I need to do what I came here to do. I looked up seeing the man up front was busy with the boys giving me my only opportunity. Casually I walked down the isles slipping food into my back pack on my back ripping off the barcodes and stashing them under the shelves. I then moved over and isle grabbing some medical supplies and lastly grabbing a few bottles of water. I looked back up front realizing he was still checking them out, trying to count the right amount to give back but failing...idiot.
I put my head down as I began walking towards the doors that brought me in when a voice on the radio caused me to stop and listen,
"Last night officials got word from a unannounced location that a dangerous criminal has escaped from captivity. The girl is dangerous and if seen bring her to Chief Jim Hopper for further details. She is 4,7, 125lbs, has short brown hair and brown eyes with scars traveling up and down her back and she has a tattoo on her left wrist, her age is around 15. If seen don't hesitate to bring in."
I froze. The lab had called me in, there searching for me. I felt limp but knew I had to get out of there. My hand was traveling to the door knob when the black haired boy grabbed his friends pulling them closer to where I was and huddling, the black haired boy then began to speak,
"It has to be eleven I mean brown hair, brown eyes, a tattoo who else has that?!"
I listened with a new kind of fear. 011?
"Mike eleven does not have scars on her back." The boy with the bandana said.
"Lucas I know but maybe something happened to her."
Eleven, she is dead, they are probably, just from that hell hole to trying to trick me. Enough. I need to get out of here. I hadn't realized it but I had turned my head a little bit exposing some of my face. Caught up in my listening I had not noticed that the brown straight haired boy was dead on starring at me as if he was paralyzed. Damnit.
"G-guys." He said stumbling as he raised a finger at me. Making them all turn around. I was Starring mortified at them getting deja vu. Memories of men in white coats standing over me seemed to hit me hard. I could see them so clearly observing taking notes forcing me to hurt animals, people-
I refocused seeing I had caused myself to fall to the floor in a fit of fear. My palms were sweaty and the boys looked at me in a way that wasn't fear but sympathy.
"Are you oka-" the boy with the lisp began but the man behind the counter gasped making me turn around and look at him, my hood now off my head.
"You- your the girl that there looking for-"
I began to get up.
"Stay back!" He said as he shakily began to dial 911 on his landline raising a bat from behind the counter.
"Yea-yea chief, that girl she is at the shell gas station-"
He looked down at the phone it had turned off. I was focusing hard on the wire coming out of it until it until it was in half. My head felt a bit fuzzy but it had been worth it.
"What the hell happene-"
He began but I cut him off.
"Let me out of the store you have no idea what's actually going on. Someone I care about is counting on me and I can't save them if that chief takes me. So you can let me go or I'll make you let me go."
"I'm not letting you or these boys leave you criminal, what are you one of those Russian spies?, and last time I checked your the kid and I'm the-"
I raised my hand jerking down and sending his head forward hitting the counter just right to knock him out. He slumped more now until he was on the floor.
"Your the asshole that's what you are."
The kid with a lisp said.
"Dustin shut up!"
The black haired- Mike said as they all starred at me still. Dustin was looking at me with a gaped mouth and I was trying to figure out a way out of this situation.
I then remembered they had said her name.
Eleven
"Who are you?" The four boys said in unison before the boy with the bandana spoke up.
"Um she's a murderer! I mean it was all over the radio! And not to mention she has the same powers as El!"
El?
We were all jolted out of this revere by the sound of sirens going off, I guess the call came through. I whipped my head around seeing the only exit was the front one. Damnit
The two cops were still taking time to get out of there cars. Two cops I can handle that.
Just as I was beginning to feel confident about it yet another car came rolling up but this one had the word Hawkins chief on the side in big letters. I could take a bullet but these other kids can't. I can't fight my way out of this one. All of us, Mike, dustin, his friends and me began to slowly walk outside.
"I don't think you did it." Dustin said silently next to me.
I stopped, taking in what he said because for the first time in a long time someone doesn't believe I am the monster, but as my eyes traveled down to my wrist I was reminded I am the monster, I am the experiment, and it was all remembered by three simple numbers.
012